Luncheons and Dragons

Saving Faerun, one hour at a time.

The orc attack was sudden, but not unexpected. The party set up sensible defenses and were able to rout the raiders with minimal damage to themselves. The caravan guards, being less experienced in fighting the monstrous races, were killed in the raid but gave their lives in valiant defense of their wards.

Sam was felled early by a thrown handaxe, prompting Marcus’ guard companion to charge foolishly and fatally into the fray. Human the Cat aided Hemmings in harrying the orc attacking his path, but was cleaved in twain by the vicious greataxe wielding warrior. Hemmings used the temporary distraction to bolt for the tree-line surrounding the clearing and disappear into the foliage where he used his throwing daggers to snipe enemies with great effect.

Marcus, ever the supportive and kind soul, brought the blessings of Bahamut upon the group and then in turn directed the Platinum Dragon’s righteous wrath to bear against many of the attacking orc party.

Meriele, though grief-stricken by the loss of her friend Sam, rained fiery doom upon the invaders, kiting them eventually into the waiting maul of Darius. Her atmosphere-ionizing hummingbird was instrumental in decimating the bloodthirsty opponents.

Darius and not-Bob set and held the front line of the battle. Working well in tandem, it looked as if not-Bob would survive the day; but lo, in a fit of frenzied aggression he performed an inverse tracheotomy on one orc only to fall pray to another orc’s invigorating strike. Outraged, Darius and Hemmings destroyed the final aggressor in a murderous rage.

The party began its long trek to the burgeoning kingdom of Eaerlann. Traveling north from Evereska, they skirt the edge of lands openly loyal to the Netherese empire. Meriele has taken it upon herself during this time to study the Book of Veles using her newly acquired glasses. She hopes to augment her arcane talents with those outlined in the tome.

(Warlock multi-class. Let me know what pact you plan on taking. Don’t forget that the Forgotten Realms campaign setting has a Shadow pact.)

After 400 miles of travel, the caravan turns west and enters the Far Forest. While the woods were once considered part of the Eaerlann empire, all that remains of it now are copses of large hollow trees providing shelter to many denizens, both natural and fey.

The caravan scouts pick up signs that an orc raiding party is quickly approaching. The wagons circle up to provide protection for those incapable of joining in the combat. Shortly after, the first roaring bellows can be heard as orc raiders burst from the tree line to attack the defensively prepared convoy.